LA Devotee

Chapter 44

"Come on." She grunted, holding her up as they entered Mark and Pandora's room, "Oh my god. There's so much tension down there." She gasped. "You don't say.." Sydney mumbled, shaking her head.

"Mark still thinks Michael likes me. This is ridiculous." She sighed, sitting on the bed beside the boxes, "What do I do, Syd?" She asked in desperation. "What you do is tell Michael to back the fuck off." She grunted.

"He's not doing anything though! This is the first time I've been around him in months." Pandora muttered, "What's with you guys and hating him?" She asked as she emptied out the night stands.

"I dont hate him, I just hate that he's still after you, and that he obviously tries to make Mark angry at him. He likes to rile him up." Sydney sighed, taking down things from shelves.

"I know.." she replied, "He only does it because he knows he can get a reaction from Mark." She whispered, "He knows Marks protective. And he knows he'd do anything for his family or friends."

"Then, what you need to do.." Sydney trailed off, placing picture frames in boxes, "Is tell Michael to back the fuck off." She finished bluntly. "It's not that easy.. If Mark wouldn't give him the reaction he wanted, he'd quit. It's almost like he's testing Mark, just too see if he's good enough, I guess. I dunno." Pandora faintly replied.

"Bullshit. That's bullshit. If Mark quit giving a reaction, we'd all think he didn't care anymore. Michael would just get worse, he's doing it because he's an ass." Sydney grumbled. "That's true." Pandora said, "All of it. It's true. I just wish everyone would realized that even if you don't want him to be, Michael is still gonna be in my life. He's my brother best friend for fuck sakes." She grunted. "He's a dick for fuck sake." Sydney started, looking over at Pandora, "Tell him off, before I do."

Pandora rolled her eyes at her, "As long as he isn't doing anything to me or any of you guys, I'm not saying anything. If I do, it'll just start something. But if he starts on Mark, I'll step in." Pandora sighed.
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"Dammit!" The two heard Mark shout from downstairs. "Fuck, what happened now.." Pandora sighed. Sydney grumbled to herself, waddling out of their room and down the stairs. "Why the hell did you do that?" The two heard Mark growl as the neared the bottom of the stairs. "It was a fucking accident. Chill dude." Pandora heard Michael hiss back. "Shit." She muttered, looking at Sydney. Pandora hit the bottom stair, seeing her plates smashed on the ground and Mark picking it up, looking pissed.

"Okay, what happened?" Sydney asked, clearly annoyed. "He fucking dropped three of Pans good plates." Mark grunted, "Shit." He yelped, a tiny drop of blood pooling in a small spot where the piece of glass had cut him. "Come here, let me see." Pandora murmured, taking Mark's hand gently.

"I'm fine." Mark whispered, pulling his hand back and wiping it on his pants, "Could you please get me the dust pan and broom?" He asked. She nodded grabbing it. "Was this an accident?" She asked, her eyes locking with Michael as he glared at Mark.

"Look at me." Pandora nearly hissed.

"You really think I broke your plates on purpose?" He gasped sarcastically, causing Pandora to roll her eyes. "Don't get smart with me, Clifford. You have a brain, use it." She growled, her eyes narrowing at him. Sydney grabbed Mark by the shirt, pulling him up and into the kitchen, Jack following after.

"What?" Mark hissed at Sydney, holding his hand on his pants, "Fuck, this won't quit bleeding." Sydney turned on the tap, moving Mark's hand under the water. "What happened in there?"

"He fucking dropped three of her goddamn plates. The ones you got her when we moved in together." He whispered, "Those mean a lot to her, just because they came from you and they were our first set of dishes. I know it seems stupid.." he muttered. "It's not stupid. Not at all." Sean piped up, causing Sydney to nod.